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Some think of mistletoe, trees and snow

Others of joy, family, presents in a bow

Children think of sleigh bells, on the roof

Adults yearn the late hours, laughter and booze





And we wait this day for oh so long

I feel this poem becoming a song

As I think of December what is to come

To late to turn back tis all ready done!



I’ve never been the sadist type

But new awakenings and signs of life

The 4th of December that’s Christmas to be

When my love, you can bleed for me!